Blood On the Leaves

By Kanye West

On Yeezus

Released on June 18, 2013

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[Intro: Nina Simone]

Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees

Blood on the leaves


[Verse 1: Kanye West]

I just need to clear my mind now

It's been racin' since the summertime

Now I'm holdin' down the summer now

And all I want is what I can't buy now

'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now

And I told you to wait

Yeah, I told you to wait

So I'ma need a little more time now

'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now

And I thought you could wait

Yeah, I thought you could wait

These bitches surroundin' me

All want something out me

Then they talk about me

Would be lost without me

We could've been somebody

Thought you'd be different 'bout it

Now I know you not it

So let's get on with it


[Chorus: Kanye West]

We could've been somebody

'Stead, you had to tell somebody

Let's take it back to the first party

When you tried your first molly

And came out of your body

And came out of your body

Running naked down the lobby

And you were screamin' that you love me


[Post-Chorus: Kanye West]

Before the limelight tore you

Before the limelight stole you

Remember we were so young

When I would hold you


[Bridge: Kanye West]

Before the blood on the leaves

I know there ain't... wrong with me

Something strange happenin'

Uh, uh, ayy, ayy


[Chorus: Kanye West]

You could've been somebody

We could've, uh, we could've been somebody

Or was it on the first party

When we tried our first molly?

And came out of our body

And came out of our body, yeah


[Post-Chorus: Kanye West]

Before they call lawyers

Before you tried to destroy us

How you gon' lie to the lawyer?

It's like I don't even know you

I gotta bring it back to the 'Nolia


[Interlude: Kanye West]

Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I'm down with my niggas

Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I'm down with my niggas

Fuck them other niggas, 'cause I'm down with my niggas

I ride with my niggas, I'd die for my—

[Bridge: Kanye West & Nina Simone]

Uh

Uh, on the southern leaves


[Verse 2: Kanye West]

To all my second-string bitches tryna get a baby

Tryna get a baby? Now you talkin' crazy

I don't give a damn if you used to talk to JAY-Z

He ain't with you, he with Beyoncé, you need to stop actin' lazy

She Instagram herself, like, "Bad bitch alert"

He Instagram his watch, like, "Mad rich alert"

He only wanna see that ass in reverse

Two-thousand-dollar bag with no cash in your purse

Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side

Gotta keep 'em separated, I call that apartheid

Then she said she pregnant-ated, that's the night your heart died

Then you gotta go and tell your girl and report that

Main reason 'cause your pastor said you can't abort that

Now your driver say that new Benz, you can't afford that

All that cocaine on the table, you can't snort that

That go into that, all that money that the court got

All in on that alimony, uh

Yeah-yeah, she got you, homie, yeah

'Til death, but do your part, uh

Unholy matrimony


[Bridge: Nina Simone]

Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze

Freeze

Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

From the poplar trees


[Outro: Kanye West]

That summer night, holdin' long and long

'Din long

No waiting for the summer rose and...

And breathe

And breathe and breathe

And breathe and breathe

And breathe and breathe

And live and learn, and live and learn

And livin' and livin' like I'm lonely

Lonely, lonely, lonely

And livin' lonely

And live and learn

And live

And live


[Produced by TNGHT, Kanye West, Mike Dean, Arca, Carlos "6 July" Broady, and 88 Keys]